måneA Poem by nava
a dance with the
moon, bare feet gliding against rocky moss, gliding against frantic streams, pulling fabric from a body. nowhere to be found, fungi covered and spots of every colour. where did she go? "oh sweet måne, what have you done?"
© 2022 navaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthornavaSCAbouti'm just some random teen who calls themself a poet, but i write about my experiences and what inspires me. please use he/they when referring to me more..Writing
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